Diddily Dee Dot's Dreamland for Children Everywhere Happy Mansions
Welcome to Happy Mansions, May your stay be pleasant.
HAPPY NAPPY TEENY - WEENY By the Wonderful Eugene Field
Every evening, after tea,
Teeny-Weeny comes to me.
And, astride my willing knee,
Plies his lash and rides away;
Though that palfrey, all too spare,
Finds his burden hard to bear,
Teeny-Weeny doesn't care;
He commands, and I obey!
First it's trot, and gallop, then;
Now it's back to trot again;
Teeny-Weeny likes it when
He is riding fierce and fast.
Then his dark eyes brighter grow
And his cheeks are all aglow:
"More!" he cries, and never "Whoa! "
Till the horse breaks down at last
Oh, the strange and lovely sights
Teeny-Weeny sees of nights,
As he makes those famous flights
On that wondrous horse of his!
Oftentimes before he knows,
Wearylike his eyelids close,
And, still smiling, off he goes
Where the land of By-low is.
There he sees the folk of fay
Hard at ring-a-rosie play,
And he hears those fairies say:
"Come, let's chase him to and fro!"
But, with a defiant shout,
Teeny puts that host to rout;
Of this tale I make no doubt,
Every night he tells it so.
So I feel a tender pride
In my boy who dares to ride
That fierce horse of his astride,
Off into those misty lands;
And as on my breast he lies,
Dreaming in that wondrous wise,
I caress his folded eyes,
Pat his little dimpled hands.
On a time he went away, Just a little while to stay, And I'm not ashamed to say
I was very lonely then; Life without him was so sad, You can fancy I was glad
And made merry when I had
Teeny-Weeny back again!
So of evenings, after tea,
When he toddles up to me
And goes tugging at my knee,
You should hear his palfrey neigh!
You should see him prance and shy,
When, with an exulting cry,
Teeny-Weeny, vaulting high,
Plies his lash and rides away!
There are 20 songs all together. See if you can guess what childrens film they are out of. Some are easier than others. Remember NO CHEATING !!! Feel free to leave your score as a comment :)
Good Luck !
YOU WILL FIND THE ANSWERS A COUPLE OF PAGES DOWN BENEATH THE POEM
"THE PERFECT BODY" By Dorothy Milnes-Simm
The Pixies frolic where nobody walks, In a dark green fairy ring; A hop-bine tied upon buttercup stalks Makes them a capital swing, And a strip of wood from a hawthorn bough On a toadstool placed, is a see-saw now.
At hide-and-seek in the grasses as tall As a pixie on tiptoe Some play, and others an oak-apple ball Toss in the air, to and fro; And the finest game on a moonlight night Is their leaping over the mushrooms white.
by Edith E. Millard.
TheCircus By Eleanor Farjeon
The brass band blares, The flashing flares, The sawdust smells, Showmen ring bells, And O! right into the circus ring Comes such a lovely, lovely thing, A milk white pony with flying tress, And a beautiful lady, A beautiful lady in a pink dress!
The red and white clown For joy tumbles down. Like a pink rose
Round she goes On her tiptoes With the pony under - And then, O wonder! The pony his milk white tresses droops And the beautiful lady The beautiful lady, Flies like a bird through the paper hoops! The red and white clown for joy falls dead, on his head, Then he waggles his feet and stands And the little boys on the twopenny seats Scream with laughter and suck their sweets.
THE PERFECT BODY
Said little hands to little feet “You grow bigger every day” Said little feet to little hands “Is that all you’ve got to say,
Why I can run and walk and jump And bang my soles together, And wear the finest fur lined boots In wet and windy weather”
But little hands reached out and said “Yes you can walk on land But to feel and touch the softest things You can only do with hands”
“Oh no you can’t said little feet “For carpets to are soft And I can walk on soft, soft hay That's in the farmers loft”
Just then a voice boomed loud and clear! “What a lot of rot you utter, For without the mouth like I have You could only cough and splutter!”
Then with surprise the two brown eyes Looked down on all and said. “ To see is the most important thing, now please lets go to bed.”
“ Without my legs you wouldn’t get there!” “ And without my arms you’d freeze, For who would pull the covers up” “ Then with my nose you’d sneeze”
If hair was gone, and ears were none, We’d all look kind of shoddy; But you must admit, when you join the bits, We make the perfect body
"Ho! for a frolic!" Said Johnny the stout; "There's coasting and sledding: I'm going out!" Scarcely had Johnny plunged in the snow When there came a complaint up from his toe. "We're cold," said the toe, "I and the rest; There are ten of us freezing, standing abreast." Then up spoke an ear; "My! but it's labour Playing in winter eh, opposite neighbour?" "Pooh!" said his nose. Angry and red; "Who wants to tingle? Go home to bed!" Eight little fingers, four to each thumb, All cried together, "Johnny we're numb!"
But Johnny the stout wouldn't listen a minute; Never a snow bank but Johnny was is it. Tumbling and jumping, shouting with glee, Wading the snow-drifts up to his knee,
Soon he forgot them, fingers and toes, Never once heeded the ear and the nose. Ah, what a frolic! All in a glow, Johnny grew warmer out in the snow. Often his breathing came with a joke: "Blaze away, Johnny! I'll do the smoke." "And I'll do the fire," Said Johnny the bold, "Fun is the fuel for driving off cold."
The Happy Nappy Nursery Land.h
Twinkle Twinkle Little Star
Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are.
Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are.
And now you have Alice in Wonderland, Twinkling with the Stars, Enjoy
THE WINDS THEY DID BLOW
The winds they did blow, the leaves they did wag; Along came a beggar boy, and put me in his bag.
He took me up to London; a lady me did buy, She put me in a silver cage and hung me up on high,
With apples by the fire, and nuts for to crack, Besides a little feather bed, to rest my little back.
There was one - little Jack, not so very long back, And 'tis said to his lasting disgrace, That he never was seen with his hands at all clean, And never quite clean was his face.
When to wash he was sent, he sulkily went, With water to splash himself o'er But he slept the black streaks all over his cheeks, And made them look worse than before.
His friends were much hurt to see so much dirt, And often and well did they scour But all was in vain, he was dirty again Before they had done it an hour.
The pigs in the dirt could not be more expert Than he was in grubbing about; So at last people thought, the young gentlemen ought To be made with four legs and a snout.
Happy Nappy Nursery Land Presents A Small Story to start your day off fine. Little Master Redcap
Little Master Redcap lived by himself in a tiny brown house in the middle of the wood. All winter long he never was heard and he never was seen. But as soon as spring came, and the first green buds peeped from the trees, and the first bird cried "twit, twit," in their nests, Little Master Redcap came to the door of his tiny brown house. He looked at the buds on the trees; he heard the baby birds saying "twit, twit," in their nests, and he said. "Yes, yes. It is spring, I will go out and play a trick on someone."
Little Master Redcap was full of fun and joy. He put on his old green cloak, locked the door of his tiny brown houseput the key in his pocket, and went out into the wood. In his hands, under the old green cloak he held a pair of wooden shoes. He took the wooden shoes into a thick part of the wood, and set them down on the grass under an oak tree. Then he hid behind a bush and waited. Now all the girls and boys in the land wore wooden shoes, and they were always very glad to have a new pair. That morning a little boy named Tim went into the wood, and by and by, he came upon the oaktree and saw the pair of shoes on the grass.
He looked at them and said, "oh what a lovely pair of shoes! I wonder if they will fit me?" and he picked them up. Pulling off his old shoes he bent down to put on the new ones. He stopped, for as he bent down so he heard a merry laugh behind him. He turned round at once to see who was there, but there was no one to be seen. He popped the new shoes on and stood up, how fine they looked! Then once more he heard a laugh from behind the bush, still no one.... but in tha very minute the new shoes began to dance. He tried to stand still but no matter how hard he tried the shoes kept dancing. They danced away with him, through the wood, along the wide open road, down the little lane, into his own garden. Dance, dance, dancing all the way.
His mother came to the door of the house and told Tim it was time for him to come in for his dinner. But when he went into the house he could only dance round and round the table. "Upon my word!" exclaimed his mother, "what is the matter with you, can't you stop dancing?" "No Mum, no I can't," he said as he danced up the stairs and then danced back down them again. He tried to kick the dancing shoes off but found that they were stuck tight onto his feet. "Now I don't know where you got them Tim, but I suggest you dance back to there and put them back." So opening the door wide for her dancing son, Tim danced out of the cottage, out of the garden along the little path until he came to the place where the oak tree where his own shoes were still standing.
He bent down to pull off the dancing shoes and found it was very easy to remove them. "Phew," he sighed as he put on his old shoes again and without waiting ran as fast as he could back home again. But obviously not too fast for as he went around the big bush he heard again the "Ha, ha, ha, coming from inside it.
Of course, he turned round to see who it was but of course there was no one their, well no one that young Tim could see.
However Tim noticed that the dancing shoes where no longer on the grass under the oak tree. Little footnote of Folklaw and Legend "Little Master Redcap, is not too bad a little man in this story, but the real stories that contain Redcaps, where not. They were classed as one of the most evil of all the creatures in folklaw. There are several good websites about the Redcaps, but they are definitely not for children."
Happy Nappy Nursery Land Presents the Happy Nappy Nursery Rhymes
I have a little hen the prettiest ever seen, She washed me the dishes and kept the house clean; She went to the mill to fetch me some flour, She brought it home in less than an hour; She baked me some bread, brought milk in a pail Then sat by the fire and told me a tale.
When I was a Bachelor I lived by myself And all the bread and cheese I got, I put upon the shelf. The rats and the mice they made such a strife I was forced to go to London and buy myself a wife.
The streets were so bad, and the lanes were so narrow, I was forced to bring my wife home in a wheelbarrow. The wheelbarrow broke and my wife had a fall. Down came the wheelbarrow, little wife, and all.
There is a little man, and he had nought And the robbers came to rob him; He crept up to the chimney top, And then they thought they had him. But he got down ont'other side, And then they could not find him; He ran fourteen miles in fifteen days, And never looked behind him.
Our saucy boy Dick had a nice little stick, Cut from a hawthorn tree; And with this pretty stick he thought he could beat A boy much bigger than he. But the boy turned round and hit him right sound, Which did so frighten poor Dick That without more delay he ran quite away, And over a hedge he jumped quick.
I had a little boy and his name was Blue Bell, I gave him some work which he did very well; I sent him upstairs to pick up a pin, He stepped in the coal scuttle up to his chin; I sent him to the garden to collect me some sage, He tumbled right down and fell in a rage.
Awake arise and rub your eyes, And here what time of day; And when you've done just move your tongue, And see what you can say.
Snail, snail, come out of your hole, Or else I'll make you as black as coal.
To make your candles last for aye You maids and wives give ear-o To put them out's the only way, Says honest John Boldero.
As Tommy Snooks and Bessy Brooks Were walking out one Sunday, Said Tommy Snooks to Bessy Brooks, Tomorrow will be Monday.
Good little boys should never say "I will' and 'Give me these' Oh no! that never is the way, But 'Mother, if you please'. And 'if you please' to Sister Anne Good boys to say are ready: And 'Yes Sir' to a gentleman, And 'Yes Ma-am' to a lady
Usually sung during playtime in the school yards or the streets, skipping was always done to a tune or too.
My Aunt Jane, she called me in, Gave me tea out of her wee tin, Half a bap, sugar on the top, Three black lumps out of her wee shop. My Aunt Jane has a bell on the door, a white stone step and a clean swept floor. Candy apples, hard green pears, conversation lozenges
Skinny-me-link melodian legs, Big Banana feet, Went to the pictures, And couldn't get a seat. When he got a seat, He fell fast asleep, Skinny-me-link melodian legs, Big banana feet.
Over the Garden Wall. Over the garden wall, I let the baby fall, Over the garden wall. Over the garden wall, I let the baby fall, Me Ma came out , give me a clout, She gave me another, to match the other, Over the garden wall.
This is only the beginning of a much longer poem, and a very beautiful one too - with all the faint colours and the quiet of evening. But if Mummy would like to read you all of it sometime, it can be found in most modern Classic Poetry Book. I should wait until you are a little older mind. The Pet Lamb by William Wordsworth
The dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink; I heard a voice: it said, "Drink, pretty creature, drink!" And, looking o'er the hedge, before me I espied A snow white mountain lamb, with a maiden at its side.
No other sheep were near, the lamb was all alone, And by a slender cord was tethered to a stone; With one knee on the grass did the little maiden kneel, While to that mountain lamb she gave its evening meal.
The lamb, while from from her hand he thus his supper took, Seemed to feast with head and ears; and his tail with pleasure shook. "Drink, pretty creature, drink," she said, in such a tone That I almost received her heart into my own....
Now isn't that beautiful, Diddily does like William Wordsworth, he wrote some very lovely poems. He was known as the Poet of Nature, writing many works of his beloved Lake District. Can anyone tell me what poem is depicted by the flowers on the front cover.